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My Fellow Americans,

Life is actually just a microscopic, deluded moment in time, so let's cut to the freakin' chase.

One look at American Idol or the MTV Music Awards can solidify my case.

It has been my contention since birth, that the answer to every difficulty we encounter on this sacred yet demented Stone, can be revealed with ultimate clarity through the ultra neurotic engagements of Music, Art, Literature, Film, Poetry and a good Pastrami sandwich.

Why would any sane human spend so must time on a film set (Do you know how long you gotta wait until your 8 second deliverance of an edited beyond repair line gets a chance to become a professional embarrassment etched in time forever? ) or expend so much energy in a recording studio, piecing together another ode to a man or woman who could not care less how much love existed within your digestive tract?

It's all about hymns and prayers and a quest for mercy and forgiveness and silence and faith and Bukowski and Lenny and Noam Chomsky and Oliver freakin Hardy. So Let's Dance!

This site shall explore the reaper, find a way to disarm the stench of injustice, discover some true loves and talk it all over before it's all over.

So what's the worst that my desires could produce? Failure? So sue me.

I'm going to require your assistance in making as much trouble for the grown-ups as possible. Let the record show that my childish heart yearns to disrupt the madness.

Join me Ladies and Germs!